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❝𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘: 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙. 𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊: 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙,❞

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| March 27th, 1963 |

later in the afternoon

"Hey, love, it's alright," Paul slapped his hand onto Charlotte's calves. "He doesn't hate you, he just despises you with every fiber of his being for a few days,"

She laid down on the couch with her head in George's lap, her butt on Ringo's, and her legs on Paul's. 

"That's worse Paul," Charlotte rested her forearms on her forehead and sighed deeply.

They had nothing to do, so they just rested on the couch, making small talk and staring at the ceiling.

"But hate is different than lust," Paul nodded.

"What does lust have anything to do with me and John's relationship?" She propped herself up with her elbows, which accidentally dug into George's thighs.

"Ack, Lotti, move yer elbows," He winced, desperately pushing her elbows off his legs.

"Sorry,"

"You just answered yer own question, love," Paul chuckled.

"You're telling me," He hummed a yes before she could finish her question.

"That John Winston Lennon... has lustful feelings for me?" 

"Yeah!" Paul said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But he's got a wife," Charlotte dropped back down onto George's lap and gazed at his face.

"So? That legal status never stopped the bloke,"

"Hey, Geo," She reached her hand up and grazed his cheek softly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you really think that's true?"

George thought for a moment. He didn't want to admit it was true, but he had the notion it was. It was on that night at the beach when his feelings towards her made themselves known. And ever since that night, he hasn't been able to look at her the same way. He didn't understand why Charlotte had trouble reciprocating his intimate feelings, and he didn't know why she was apprehensive of the concept of being his bird.

"Geo?" Charlotte snapped her fingers in front of his face.

He shook his head silently and focused back on the conversation.

"I don't know, " George shrugged, but in reality, he knew the harsh truth.

Charlotte stayed quiet and just laid her eyes on the ceiling. A million thoughts swarmed her conscience, and she couldn't make sense of it all.

"I really hope he doesn't, I just want to be friends," She mumbled, but they heard her.

"Ya wanna be mates with Lennon?" Paul raised his eyebrows and looked between George and Ringo.

"Y'know none of his platonic friendships keep the status as platonic? In the end they always just—,"

"Shut it, Macca!" Ringo snapped in a whisper, slapping a hand over Paul's mouth to muffle his words.

"What" Jus' tellin' the truth," He lifted Ringo's hand from his mouth and placed it on the couch.

"I for a fact, am not gonna fall for Lennon of all people," Charlotte grimaced just at the thought and faked a gag.